I straighten my dress as I did a last check of what I was wearing. Today was the first interview I have had since Gerard passed away. I wiped a tear which fell from my eye trying not to mess up my makeup. I looked myself in the mirror before procceding to put my shoes on. The other day, my mum had gone out and brought me a pair of red velvet heels which I proudly wore with my deep blue dress which perfectly sat on the edge of my knees showing off the rest of my ghostly white legs. I grabbed the gold locket on the side of my bed and put it over my head completing the look. My reflection had decided today to be on my side as I did some last minute check-ups on my makeup. I fiddled with the locket before turning my back to my mirror; hoping that the theory that your reflection still watches is true.

Confidently I walked down the winding stairs to find my mum standing at its end. Her eyes filled with joy as she saw me which only made me smile. As I stepped off the last step, I pulled my mum into a hug. The longstanding clock on the wall chimed loudly making both of us jump out of each other. My mum took one last look at me before opening her small mouth to speak:
“Have a good time. The cars outside. Me and Ben will be here when you get home,” She said, opening the front door.
“I will do. I’m doing it for him. For both of them.” I looked up at the sky before walking to the black car parked outside. As I got closer, a short man dressed in a black suit and cap stepped out of the overly polished car. He politely opened the door for me, not making eye contact. I quietly thanked him and placed myself into the seat. When I was inside the car, I went over what I was going to say. I hate interviews but I need to do one to get it over and done with. After so many offers, I decided on doing it for Kerrang! as they had always been big supporters of the band and me.

Half way there, I caught the driver’s eye in the mirror. He had hazel eyes which glistened in the July sunshine. We made eye contact for a few minutes before he quickly put his eyes onto the road which left me confused. How long had he been watching me? I suddenly felt the car slow down as we reached the offices. He staggered out and rushed to my door. I thanked him again and began to walk to the door.
“Good luck!” he called out which caused me to stop. He had a soft American accent that made my ears prick up. I hadn’t heard that accent in ages. I thanked him again and continued making my way in.

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“So how has it been, since you and Mikey told the world?” the reporter asked. He was neatly sat on the chair in front of me. His skinny legs were crossed, balancing a note pad.
“It has been tough. But the killjoys have been so supportive. Every day, I get flooded with messages and pictures. I miss him and I think we all do. It’s a hard thing to processes that the person you love is no longer here.”

The reporter rolled up his sleeves and turned a page. I watched his every move. The way he sat and the way he held himself. I caught a glimpse of a tattoo now and again. I was convinced now that there was a picture of a little girl on his next. I heard a muffled voice but ignored it and continued day dreaming.
“Jade? Are you okay?” the reporter asked, “Do you want me to repeat the question?”
“Yes please” I replied, snapping out of the day dream.
“So are you staying in England for a while now?” I gulped at the question before calmly replying.
“I think I’m going to stay here for a while. I need to be with family which will do me good. I will always love America but we all need our space right?”
“What were the first things that came to your mind when you first found out about Gerard’s passing?” the reporter continued.
“To be honest, I thought it was a prank. A very cruel prank. I had that in the back of my mind for ages. I only realised the reality when the funeral ended.” I decided not to say about me walking miles in LA or that me and Mikey had stayed until midnight watching his silent body.
“Have you thought about helping others in the future with the loss of their loss ones?” I stayed quiet for a while. I hadn’t thought about it yet.
“I will. The killjoys know that I’m here for them and will always return their help. It’s tough but I will try my best. We all go through different things due to death but I will give the best of my advice I can.” I silently sighed when I heard the reporter thanking me for my time. I shook his hand and shot out of the building.

The cool air hit me straight away which calmed me down. Quickly I rushed down the cobbled London street onto the main road. I smiled at my freedom as I made my way past the various colourful shops full of shoppers. I’ve forgotten how lovely London is in the summer. Following my feet, I lead myself into the busy structure of Covent Garden. In the main square, a magician stood in the middle surrounded by a mass of people. He wore a simple black jacket, which swayed past his knees in the breeze, with skinny jeans and a plain red t-shirt. The man’s eyes were concealed by his mane of deep blue hair while he shuffled some cards. Suddenly he jolted up as though he was surprised by the crowd. Straighten his jacket, he started to walk the circle muttering. Once he had placed himself in the centre of the square he coughed making the whole area quiet. You could hear a pin drop.

“Today I’m going to bring back someone one of you loves. It can be a family member or friend who has died.” His eyes scanned the area before they landed on mine. He pulled his long arm up and pointed at me.
“You” he boldly said. I stepped out of the crowd and walked to him. The whole time I was trembling and he could see it. The young magician pulled me to his side and smiled.
“Some of you might know this beautiful lady. Well maybe her husband who was in the news due to his death. This is Jade Way, the wife of Gerard Way.” A few people gasped while others muttered. I kept my eyes to the floor not wanting all this attention.
“We all know that her husband is dead so that’s why you will believe me more,” the man continued, “So today I’m going to try and bring him back for a few minutes.” I looked at him in anger. He can’t be so selfish with death. But I let him continue as I’m lonely. I need to see him again. To be honest, I haven’t been okay. Everyone thinks I am but I’m not. The mysterious man finished up talking and pulled me to the side.

“Okay, just think of Gerard and a happy memory you shared with him. Now stand over here and do that” he said to me pointing to a drain. “Close your eyes and think of that memory.” Then everything went silent. The man did some sort of spell and then everyone gasped.
“Open them” I heard him whispered.
“No. It’s not possible.” I shouted.

There in front of me was Gerard smiling.
“Hi Jade”

Notes

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